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However, Jun Lanyue didn't feel the pain of his sword slicing through his skin and breaking his bones. At that moment, Rong Bo endured the pain and narrowly avoided the attack. He spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted, "Today, even if you are convicted of conspiracy, I will still kill you!"

As he spoke, he moved closer to Jun Lin, throwing a punch on his arm which had yet to be retracted, causing him to lose the strength to hold his sword. The punch then turned into an elbow strike, hitting Jun Lin Yue's soft abdomen, and then into a palm strike, aiming for his throat.

At last, in the moment of crisis, he put his hand between Uncle Rong's hand and his throat, but Uncle Rong's grip was too strong, and as he pushed his hand against his throat, there was a sharp cough, but Uncle Rong did not give him time to rest.

Was there no other way? Was he going to be killed? After being struck, the swaying Jun Lin Yue couldn't help but form this thought in his mind. During this period of time, the first wife's actions had become more and more unrestrained. Now that Uncle Rong was committing murder in front of her, she was only watching from the sidelines. That's right.

Since Chi You's battle skill was not enough to defeat Rong Bo, there was no other way around it. From being able to use it until now, it was only a few days. To be able to injure Rong Bo was already something to be proud of.

As for the hostility of the Great Yang Empire towards the mystical arts and the rule to practice it to the death, how could they still have the time to care about that now? If they fought and had a sliver of life force, they would definitely die here.

With this thought in mind, Jun Lanyue no longer held back. Supporting himself with his right foot, he steadied his body, and activated the blood essence that was already stagnant in his body to block Uncle Rong's last strike. His hand formed a sword technique, and he used all his strength to form a connection with the black jade sword at the side, rushing towards the center of Uncle Rong's back.

It was as if Uncle Rong had eyes at the back of his head, and he moved to the right side to dodge the sword. When he saw the black jade sword firmly stop in front of Jun Lanyue, his eyes flashed with a bright light.

"This is …" This is a mystical technique! " Jun Yingyu shouted excitedly, "Haha, let the imperial government know. I want to see if you, the Marquis of Black Tortoise, can continue this mission. The imperial government has its own rules. Anyone who dares to practice mystical arts will be executed!"

Even though Uncle Rong was glaring at him menacingly, Jun Linyue still couldn't help but turn his head to look at him. He really didn't understand how Uncle Rong got so excited. He really has no brains. Does he not understand the meaning behind 'kill the whole family', or does he think that he has a relationship with us?

Even though we are being looked upon as enemies and killing each other, in the eyes of outsiders, we are still a family.

After shaking off the boring thoughts in his mind, Jun Lanyue looked at Uncle Rong, who had taken out a dagger from his bosom, and smiled sinisterly. "Old dog, you've prepared quite a lot. Today, I'm going to use your head to pay tribute to Tang An and Zhao Yi!"

The Xuan Artifact and its master were in sync, and their speed could be said to be quite fast, but in front of Uncle Rong, it was still not fast enough. In the face of Uncle Rong, the Xuan Artifact and its master's speed could be said to be in sync, but in front of Uncle Rong, it was still not fast enough.

"Brat, you dare to be distracted while fighting me? Since you don't care about your own life, then I will accept it!"

The dagger flashed with a white light as it flew towards Jun Mo Xie's throat. At this moment, Mo Yujian had no time to defend, so Jun Lin had no choice but to use his blood essence to defend his fist and use his flesh and blood to defend.

This attack, this dagger …

As if chopping down on armor, Uncle Rong emitted a metallic clanging sound. He didn't panic, and his dagger fiercely pulled downwards, leaving a bone-deep wound. Then, ignoring the inky black jade sword that was flying towards him, he stabbed his dagger into Jun Lanyue's chest.

His blood essence had stagnated to the point that it was difficult to circulate. Now that he couldn't even protect his fist, he didn't dare to hope that he could still protect his chest. Both of his hands grasped onto Uncle Rong's dagger-wielding hand, and an irresistible force passed through.

In the face of death, Jun Lanyue activated his hidden potential. His suppressed legs accumulated strength, and he was barely able to lift his body up a little at this critical moment. The dagger that should have pierced through his heart pierced through his tender abdomen.

Uncle Rong didn't think that such a situation wouldn't be able to kill Jun Linyue. At this time, the threat of Mo Yujian appeared. His original plan of killing Jun Linyue and naturally causing his sword to lose its spirituality had failed.

He still hadn't breathed a sigh of relief when an astounding scene appeared. Even though his abdomen had been slashed open by the dagger, no intestines had flowed out, and even the blood that flowed out was pitifully small. This was simply abnormal; an ordinary person's blow like this would have been more than enough for them to fight, but Jun Lanyue was still able to stand!

He took out his dagger and forcefully attacked Uncle Rong. The wound was temporarily suppressed by his blood essence, so it wouldn't cause too much of an impact, but he had to obtain fresh blood as soon as possible to nurture it.

After all, Uncle Rong was old, and although the fights before hadn't been long, it was still a big burden for him. Old men were used to living in luxury, and although he was still able to show off his strength for a while, his endurance was far too lacking. Under the desperate attacks of Mo Yu Jian and Jun Lanyue, it was gradually becoming difficult for him to resist the onslaught of the Ink Jade Sword, and if he was stabbed by the inconspicuous dagger in Jun Lanyue's hand, a large portion of his muscles would instantly die.

Sensing that Uncle Rong's strength and speed had decreased, Jun Lanyue didn't spare him. He waved his black jade sword, successfully attracting Uncle Rong's attention. Then, he fiercely stabbed his dagger into Uncle Rong's chest.

Uncle Rong's uninjured hand loosened its grip on his dagger and grabbed onto Jun Yan Yue, preventing him from retreating. He grinned sinisterly.

A sense of danger flashed past Jun Lanyue's heart. He wanted to use a secret technique to absorb the blood essence, but it was too late. The arm which Uncle Rong had broken earlier, violently struck against his abdomen.

The broken bone protruded from his flesh and stabbed into Jun Bluemoon's abdomen.

Soon, Uncle Rong's entire body spasmed as he weakly fell to the ground. Under the stimulation of the blood essence, the wound on his abdomen was no longer bleeding, but Jun Lanyue didn't want his wife to know that he was holding a hand over the wound.

From the naked eye, it was clear that Jun Lanyue was heavily injured, especially his badly mutilated abdomen. Jun Linyue sat down on the ground in a very fitting manner. He coldly looked at the first wife and said, "When this marquis is attacked, the first wife will observe coldly from the sidelines. If word of this gets out, how will she be punished?"

"Punishment?" The first madame smiled lightly, causing Jun Lanyue to feel a chill run down his spine.

"Little Wu is really capable to actually want to punish me. It looks like our Black Tortoise Mansion will not be able to let you go. Even our loyal housekeeper was killed just like that."